All The King's Horses And All The King's Men

fifteen - 'forever gracious'

"Hello, sister."

I hummed, my hands set in my pockets as I walked down the stairs infront of the house and towards my triplet. His eyes stayed trained on me, even though I knew Theo was behind me.

"Drake." I was infront of him by two meters, leaning on the pillar that held the stone canopy of the porch of the house up. "Zbor placut?"

(Safe flight?)

"Desigur." He replied, looking down at me as Theo came to stand next to me.

(Of course.)

"Drake." Theo curtly greeted, going in for a hug, which was returned promptly by Drake, who patted his back.

"If you're both finished crying can we go inside?" I asked, bored.

"Oh shut up, Luna. We haven't seen each other for like five months." Theo fired back, retracting from the embrace.

I hummed, turning around to walk back inside.

If I'm being honest, Drake and I weren't on the best of terms when he left.

The night Theo was arrested, Drake was on a mission and I was supposed to go with Theo to the race. I didn't. He blamed me before he left for Spain, and we haven't spoke since.

Oscar's POV:

Theo walked behind Luna, down the steps and towards their triplet. Luna had been talking to Drake and it didn't seem as though they were all that close.

We had followed a few steps behind them to the door, but thought it best to keep our distance for a few minutes.

Theo went in for a hug with Drake and Luna just stood there, picking her nails and waiting for it to be over.

Eventually, Luna turned around and made her way back up the steps, Drake's eyes lingered on her for a second before they turned to us, all stood at the door.

His eyes scanned all of us individually, head to toe, and the silence was too loud.

Drake's POV:

I deduced them all, all six of them. I could make out the faint outlines of their handguns tucked safely into their waistbands, concealed to a normal citizens eyes.

Their eyes bore into me, clearly trying to assess me and clearly failing. The judgment poured from them, they could see my tattoos and I knew it. The only thing was, I couldn't have cared less.

From how deeply I know Theo and Luna, I already knew they had a plan set. I already knew they weren't staying here.

Luna should have stayed with Theo that night, and she didn't. But I know that she couldn't have known, and I've wanted to speak to her since I left but didn't know how to go about it.

Even though I know that he could have got out if he wanted to, it still hurt. I know he only stayed in there because of Marcus - that much was easy to tell.

Eventually I just took an offer from the Spanish and went on a spree, and this was the first time I was speaking to Luna again.

I turned my head to Theo and nodded, indicating that we should start our trip up the stairs.

Luna's POV:

There was no way that I was just going to forgive Drake instantly - I'd just lost one triplet and the other bailed on me. When they both left, I hardly spoke to my non biological family, it didn't feel right without my triplets.

I pushed past the biologicals and made my way inside, jogging up the grand staircase towards mine and Theo's room.

I moved my bag from that room to the other - separating mine and Theo's things - clearly not about to share a room with Drake.

Going back down the stairs, I watched from the archway as Drake was introduced to the biologicals - even though he already knew who they all were.

He looked at them with that stupid fucking fake smile, his hand held out to shake theirs in turn as Theo looked at him from behind, disgust on his face.

All of their faces held shock and wonder as they gazed at my triplet, but there was one person missing... Silas.

Presumably, he didn't care to meet Drake, and in that moment, I hate to say it, but he was the only one with actual sense.

I scoffed a laugh and followed behind Silas, going to the room my stuff had been moved to.

Picking my laptop up, I carried on with the work from earlier, replying to emails and messages from business partners and enquirers.

My head slowly progressed from a dull ache to an excruciating ringing. I grasped it lightly, rubbing it.

I tried to ignore it, to just carry on with my work.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I text Jayson.

Me:
what's 17x472

Jayson:
i don't fuckin no ask james or somethin

Me:
forever gracious.

Sighing, I just pulled my calculator app up on my phone and answered the equation myself — which I should have done in the first place.

Yeah, I know. Child prodigy yada yada, but I genuinely was terrible at maths — like terrible.

Sure, basic times tables, addition, subtraction, I can do. But not when you start bringing letters into the mix — that's just a joke.

My eyes burnt with sleep, and I decieded to lie down and continue with work. I blinked my eyes continuously, trying to keep myself awake — but, of fucking course, dark spots swam in my vision, clouded it until they were all I could see, I blinked and blinked and blinke-

Theo's POV:

I watched from the corner of my eye as Luna jogged up the stairs, her hands shoved into her pockets and her hair covering her face.

I took a step to go after her, but Drake grabbed my forearm with his left hand, his eyes staying on our brothers.

Shooting him a daggered glare, I zoned back in on the ongoing conversation, subtly prying his fingers off of me.

I didn't know what was going on between Drake and Luna, why they were being so hostile toward each other. I don't think our brothers could tell though - they didn't know what my twins were usually like.

Ezra stood slightly behind everybody else, aggressively tapping his phone with the scowl he seemed not to loose painted across his face.

But Drake stood, with that stupid fake grin of his, chatting and laughing with our brothers.

It wasn't like they'd done anything to him, though. He hadn't been ripped from his home, he hadn't known what he'd lost.

Drake hadn't been abused.

Drake was untouched.

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